Page 15 of Anything Necessary for Her (Crenshaw Kings #9)

Low let me order whatever I wanted and was even willing to try the spicy oysters that had my mouth watering at just the description. The food was amazing, but when Low stated the portions were too small and that he was still hungry, I surmised he’d never been here.

“How did you find out about this place?” I asked, humored as we waited for the check.

“Looked up food spots that women liked.”

“You just put that into Google?” I grinned, and he nodded, giving me a subtle shrug.

“What do you know about women or dating them?” I interrogated.

Glancing off, he exhaled and said, “The basics. Open doors, give up ya seat on the bus, pay for dinner.” He took the bill folder from the waiter to eye it before digging into his jogger pocket for some cash. “And never let them drive.”

“What?” I laughed, watching him smile as he rose after leaving some hundreds in the folder.

Coming around to help me up, he clarified, “Never let them drive me anywhere. The man always drives.”

“I like to drive sometimes.” I kept my hand in his as we walked to his car.

I liked this, being able to hold his hand for lengthy periods of time and in public. I realized I liked him for more than his good looks, swag, and the way he tried his best not to smile, even though it was the cutest smile in the world.

I was coming to the realization that it was very likely I would have to tell my brothers Low and I were a thing.

I wouldn’t do it hastily, however, because certain things gave me pause, like his inability to read the room when it came to women.

Handing over his phone while bitches blew it up was insanity to me, and it was clear he truly saw nothing wrong with it.

I wasn’t a ‘long as he knows where home is’ type, so the fact that I was on the date and they were given, at the most, a wet ass and ignored, didn’t make me feel superior.

I needed more assurance from Low, from this, and even from my own self before I caused mayhem within my family, especially with Asif and my daddy.

“That’s cool. You just can’t drive me.”

I almost argued with him until I remembered I had never once seen my mother or sisters-in-law driving when with my father or brothers. I only saw them drive when they were alone.

“Long as the car is yours and not mine. Niggas don’t drive my car.”

“Fuck I look like driving a woman’s whip?”

“Niggas do it all the time. They drop their girl off at work and ride around town like a bum.”

“Keyword being bum, lil mama. I’m far from that.” He opened the door to his sports car for me.

I rolled my eyes playfully as he shut the door, rounded the back, then joined me on the driver’s side.

“We should stay out here for the night,” I suggested, and when he looked over at me, sexy lips parted, I added, “We aren’t fucking, just chilling.”

“I ain’t even say that.” He smirked, buckling up.

He checked his phone for a few, and I hated that I began to wonder if he was texting them whores back. Instead of asking or entertaining my negative thoughts, I admired the setting sun before Low pulled off. We drove for a few minutes before pulling up to a beautiful beachfront hotel.

With ease, Low checked us in, and I immediately realized that was what he was doing on his phone.

Get it together, Banks.

He’d booked two rooms, but I was not about to sleep alone, so the woman happily altered the reservation to a two queen bed room instead.

“This is so nice, Low-Low!” I exclaimed, walking into the spacious room with a beautiful balcony view.

“It is.” He nodded, eyeing the room himself.

Since this was an impromptu stay, I didn’t mind him laying across one of the beds in his street clothing. It was either that or he sleep naked, and though I wouldn’t mind the latter, that would be too much. I was anxious enough as it was being alone with him in a room with beds.

I did the same after removing my heels, lying on my own bed before noticing that he was staring at me while lying on his side.

“What?” I questioned softly, turning on my side to take his scrumptious ass in.

“Come over here for a little bit.”

I continued to drink him in for a beat before tossing my legs off the side of the bed then padding over and sliding into the bed beside him.

“I really like your face, Low-Low.” I reached to touch his beard just as his hand landed on my exposed thigh. His touch made bumps rise all over my body, and my belly start to stir.

“I love yo’ face,” he admitted, staring up at me since I had the side of my head propped up on my fist.

“If you could do anything right now, what would you do?” I queried as I straddled him, making him lie on his back. His hands immediately went to my hips like magnets as his mind seemed to temporarily go elsewhere.

“Serious answer?”

“Yes.” I stared down at him, attempting to ignore the bulge hardening against my panty-clad pussy.

Running his pink tongue across his full bottom lip, he said, “Eat yo’ pussy.”

My jaw fell as he looked up at me seriously, fingers digging into my hips through my dress.

“I meant something more unattainable, Low.”

“That’s hella unattainable right now. I can’t touch you in that way while shit is a secret. I refuse.”

“You need Asif’s approval?”

“I don’t need approval to do shit, especially not from another warm-blooded nigga. I respect him, though, and I also respect you enough to not be fucking on you in secrecy.”

I nodded, liking his answer.

“You love my brother, huh?”

“Fuck outta here.”

Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Calm down. I don’t mean it like that. I mean you love him like my other brothers love him.”

Low glanced off, shrugging one shoulder before refocusing on me and saying, “He’s been like an older brother to a nigga.

Shit, like a father though he ain’t old enough to be my pops.

He taught me a lot of shit in and out the game.

Most niggas in his position got a jealousy streak.

They wanna hold all the cards and make sure another nigga never gets on, but that was never Sif.

Never no hating ass nigga. Long as you did what you was ’posed to and wasn’t disloyal, he’d make sure you was straight. ”

“That’s why so many people have his back, huh?” I cocked my head, and Low nodded to affirm. “Do I make you uncomfortable? Like, is this uncomfortable because of your loyalty?”

“What is this, Banks?” His eyes lowered as if he were studying me.

“We’re cool.”

Nodding subtly, he said, “Then nah. But if we ever got past being cool, I’d just tell him the real and tell ya other brothers and whomever else wanna know.

” I did my best to smother the smile I wanted to let out.

When I moved a bit and grazed his hardening dick through his sweats, he gripped me, saying, “Ooh, chill out.”

The warmth between my thighs was hard to ignore, just like the dampness in the seat of my panties that had begun to form.

“Can I see it?” I grinned.

Chuckling, his eyes widened before he quizzed, “See what?”

“That.” I grinded against it, making him tuck his lips in before grunting almost inaudibly. “I’ll show you mine.”

“You show me yours, I’m sending the homie a text and then licking it,” he replied seriously, making me giggle before nibbling my lip at the thought.

“Well pull it out.” I got off of him and rested on my feet at his side.

“Nah. You wanna see him, you go look.”

He glanced up at me, still lying on his back.

Gripping the band of his joggers along with his boxers, I lifted and looked down, confirming what I already knew, which was that Low had a big dick. Only it was bigger and thicker than what I figured.

“What you think?” he asked as I let the band of his clothing snap back against the V that led to his privates.

“It’s average.” I shrugged.

“Aight.” He laughed as I slithered down and cuddled against him.

“You have sex every day?” I asked as his arm slung around my shoulders.

The size of his dick had me rethinking our courtship for a moment.

His brows bunched before he asked, “Where that come from?”

“Just a question. Answer it.”

“Nah, I don’t.” He scratched his beard. “Sometimes I go a whole week or months without, just depends on how much shit I gotta do. Sex is at the bottom of my priority list, Banks.” He craned his head to look over at me as I lay on his muscular arm, enjoying his sweet but woodsy and fresh cologne.

“So when you have the free time, like today.”

He laughed.

“Yeah, like today.”

“So you chose to go on a date where you knew you wouldn’t get any instead of having sex with those bitches blowing you up.”

“I did.” His eyes scanned my face before we exchanged smiles. “Being around you is much more gratifying than having sex.”

“How so?” I pressed my chin right beneath his pecs to stare into his handsome face.

“Just is.” He looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

“When I know I’m ’bout to see you, even if it’s only while I pick up Waverley from dance or when I know we ’bout to kick it, I get this weird ass feeling like shit is gon’ be aight.

” His eyes reconnected with mine. “It’s almost like you erase or eclipse all that shit.

So nah, I would never choose to stick my dick in one of these hood rats over kicking the shit with you. ”

“That is so sweet,” I whispered, not expecting that answer from him.

“I don’t know what it is. It’s the truth. You like my grown version of those Peeps.”

“Peeps? Like the marshmallow ducks?” I frowned, and he smirked slightly with a quick bob of his head.